I want. Four to get appreciation. Because
Four gave a ton of unnoticed help when Twilight was injured
The fight with Wild was difficult, and I know we're all concerned about his negative view of the shadow crystal
But Four did something that no one else really thought of to help- He took care of Twi's stuff
From the beginning he told Twilight to not worry about them
So Four took care of pretty much everything but the others (that Sky and Wars handled)
He took care of Epona
Which is so very important- he took care of Twilight's horse. After her arrival at the stable Four followed up on her
And for Epona, a horse so attached to her human, having some company can help so much for reassurance
He took care of Twilight's stuff
He got Twi's shield- his bags and equipment, and organized it into one place
And he was worried. He obviously found the shadow crystal while handling Twi's stuff, but his negative reactions to it were out of concern.
Also- because of his placement in this scene
I'm fairly convinced Four was ready to start cooking before Wild showed up (since he's beside the counter with food supplies). At the very least he had the basket of fruit out for everyone -but he was literally standing with food behind him- he thought of everything
And he did housekeeping!
Wars payed for the inn, so Four took care of the inn
Realistically these boys were probably not too concerned with tidyness. Four got all of Twi's things on one table, and took care of the room they stayed in
Organizing tables and Twi's things, having food supplies ready, and opening the curtains- overall he was the one tidying up the inn
Four helped in a huge way! He took care of Twi's horse (Epona is so important), his equipment and shield and bag, as well as the other rooms in the inn
Four filled in all the little tasks that others didn't think of. He helped in ways that were needed, but not obvious
There's a lot of problems with the shadow crystal and with Wild, and I don't know what's gonna happen in the future
But don't forget this- don't forget that Four was one who stepped up in an almost unnoticeable way
Don't forget that when everyone was barely holding it together, Four visited Twilight's horse and took care of his things
No matter what develops in the future- this amount of care shown is important ya know?
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Art and comic from Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)))
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Vampire’s dessert
Vampire x fem!reader || kitchen sex, vanilla sex || TW: blood
You are watching the cookies in the oven, trying really hard to ignore his presence as he walks around the house. When he comes behind you and plasters himself against your back in the most exquisite hug, you melt against him. He starts kissing your neck, slowly, teasingly.
“Stop that, I’m watching the cookies.” You say, but you incline your head to give him better access. You can feel his smile against your skin as he keeps kissing that point that makes your knees weak. He tightens his hold on your hips.
“Come on baby, I’m hungry and I want my dessert.” His voice drops low, almost dangerous (in the best way possible). You shiver, goosebumps erupting all over you. There’s an edge to his voice that promises a great time, and you want to give in so badly. But you promised you’d make cookies.
“I’m making cookies for tomorrow, wait for a bit, it’s not going to be long.” You try to argue, fighting against his hold, but not too much. You don’t really want to say no, and he knows it.
“We don’t have to go anywhere.” He uses his compelling voice, the one that gets everyone to do what he orders, including you. The voice that makes your insides turn to jelly. “I can fuck you right here. You can watch the cookies if you want.” He whispers against your ear, tongue licking along the tendon of your neck, biting softly. You can feel his fangs, almost breaking the skin.
“But the cookies…” You whisper, a weak attempt to argue with him knowing full well there’s no way it’s gonna work. He decides that’s the perfect moment to spank your ass, making it jiggle as you moan. He chuckles behind you, biting harder at your neck, his other arm holding you close to his body. The moan that escapes your mouth is sinful. You feel your body giving in. He knows what buttons he has to press, how hard, he knows your body better than you do. You are his to play and he knows all the cheat codes.
You turn around in his embrace, arms instantly going around his neck and kissing him deep and heated. You control the kiss for maybe two seconds before his hands are at the back of your head, guiding your every movement, deepening the kiss and fucking your mouth like you know he’s going to fuck your pussy. Thrusting his hips forward so his hard dick grinds against your stomach, making you whimper.
The kiss starts to become desperate, tongues battling and hands roaming around. His hands feel like they are everywhere, you wonder if he’s using super-speed to touch you as much as he can at the same time. The noises you are making would make the devil blush. He grabs your ass and urges you to jump, your legs going around his middle instantly. You grind your hips against his erection, your pussy wet and your movements frantic.
His hands pull at your hair, pushing your head back as he starts to suck on your pulse point, drawing the veins up. You feel him moving at the same time, carrying you to the counter and sitting you down. You hear him unbutton his trousers, his dick leaking and ready at the perfect high. The wave of pure heat that runs down your spine leaves you shivering with need. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, how unnatural his movements are. He usually looks so normal and composed, but moments like this remind you that he’s not human, he’s a monster. The one they warned you about, the one stalking you in the night wanting to eat you. And good lord did he eat you… In all the ways he could.
You try to push your yoga pants down, but you aren’t fast enough. “Hey! I liked those!” You complain as he rips a hole right in the middle, exposing your pussy to the air, to his dick.
“I’ll buy you more.” He says against your neck, nipping at your skin.
He doesn’t make you wait any longer, he pushed right into your welcoming heat, making you groan and arch your back. He starts a punishing pace, not bothering to let you accommodate him, the edge of pain making you hotter. Your blood is rushing through your whole body, exactly like he wants. His hand finds your clit as he keeps going, sucking on your pulse point. When you feel your orgasm at the tip of your fingers, so close you can taste it, he bites down. You cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain making your climax so intense it feels like an out of body experience.
Your heels dig into his ass, rocking yourself against him, trying to match his pace as he keeps going, and going, and going… It all passes in a blur, the pleasure and the blood loss making your head dizzy, your pleasure being the only sensation in your body. You feel like floating. When he comes, he retracts his fangs and moans, his dark red eyes shining. He reminds you of the villain of the stories your parents told you as a child, wild and dangerous… a villain that became your prince charming.
You can feel the blood going down your neck, he didn’t close it yet. He loves to let it drip so he can lick it up later from between your tits. You try to be annoyed about it, but it always ends with his mouth on your pussy, so you can’t complain too much about it. You lay there, body close to his, sharing body heat and little caresses.
And then you smell smoke.
“My cookies!” You yell, pushing him away and stumbling to the oven door, your knees weak.
“What?” He asks, confused. He’s in his post orgasmic/post feed bliss, doesn’t even know what you are talking about.
“My cookies burned down because of you!” You feel the anger rise inside of you, at the same time as a tear of frustration falls from your eye. He turns around as soon as he hears you sniffle, his head moving at unnatural speed, a movement that makes him look like a nightmare.
“Oh, little human, don’t cry.” He fusses over you. “I can buy you cookies. I can buy yo diamonds. I can buy yo whatever you want. Stop crying.” You found out real quick how much your tears freak him out, and you try to take advantage of it as much as you can. “What can I do to make it better?”
“Fuck me again?” You ask, pouting in your best interpretation of a sad puppy. He picks you up and carries you to your bed with his super-speed, making your head dizzy as you giggle.
Who cared about the cookies anyway?
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